Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused, texting.

replied, [Sorry, must’ve been a brain fart. Got

was speechless,

this and nobody knew

echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate

from her grandmother. The technical jargon

pages with a heavy

She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some

double down on her efforts.

Lorna brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to

good advice, nodded in

new message popped up on her

[Lia, why are you asking about this

pondered for a moment before replying

way. Is he in

replied, [Yes, do you know

deliberate for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in

he mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t even

stay away from him, my heart literally aches.]

Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson

she could decide, Louie

Cordelia felt Louie understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because

Louie went silent.

another ten minutes, but still no message. Was there

and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and

knew. He

hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie

typed a single word – [Okay]

dried her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the

recognizing Everard’s number. What could he want

and a familiar voice, more velvety than she

voice seemed different in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking. “What’s

he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the